Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... raised an eyebrow, but got off the bed. I helped her a little. By this time, her belly was pretty prominent. It didn’t look like she was fat at all, she was clearly pregnant, and that made her look hot. Even watching her walking around was cute, she wasn’t super-heavy but she still waddled a little. In the car, she figured out where we were going. “Mark? Why we going to Uncle Bill and Aunt Sharon’s?” “Well, it is the first day of summer…” “Did I bet sex slavery again?” she joked. “Cause if I did, I don’t remember it.” “No, not this year. I’m not sharing you, not while you’re pregnant. But you’re close. Shh, wait.” She was silent until we got to the door and rung the bell. Lara answered, invited us in. “Anybody else home?” “No,” she said. “We’re alone.” “Good. Let’s go upstairs to your room.” I think that confused Faith a little, because usually we hung out in the basement. But once inside Lara’s room, I sat on her bed like I owned the place. Faith sat beside me, lounging back on her elbows. “Who do you serve?” I said. Lara sounded cheerful. “You, master.” Faith started there, sitting up suddenly, looking between Lara and me. “What?” “Lara’s my slave for the summer.” “I lost a bet,” Lara explained with a shrug. Faith said nothing. “Right. So, now you’re my slave.” Faith hadn’t spoken since the revelation, but her foot was tapping nervously on the ground. “Now, the first thing I want you to do.” She waited patiently. I let her wait. “I want you to get your birth control ...

... pills. We’re going to flush them down the toilet.” This time, Lara said “What?” but Faith pushed herself off the bed and stormed out of the room. It seemed to happen in slow motion, but then she was moving slower lately, carrying a lot more weight up front. “Stay here,” I said to Lara, and went after my s****r. I caught up to her at the bottom of the stairs. “Faith, wait.” “I can’t believe you,” she said, whipping back to face me. In her eyes were tears, and her face looked like she’d just been betrayed. I guess it was hormones. “What? I thought you would find it funny.” “Funny? You knock me up, and now, what, you’re going to trade me in for a newer model?” “It’s not like that.” “And you BET her,” she said, as though that was some unforgiveable sin. I shrugged uncomfortably. Arguing in somebody else’s house just doesn’t feel right. You can’t shake the feeling someone’s watching you. “Yeah, I did.” “So, what was the bet, then?” If betting pissed her off, then the stakes were only going to make things worse. But I couldn’t exactly get out of it. “She bet that I couldn’t get you pregnant and get you to keep the baby.” I hoped it wouldn’t make her do something rash. Technically speaking, the bet was over, and even if Faith decided to end the pregnancy, I still won, but I actually cared about the baby. “That’s what this was all about?” she asked stridently. “You knocked me up for a bet?” She pushed me with surprising f***e, into the side of the hall. “No,” I said once I regained my ...